Are closing round my feet!
MEN AT HOME:
OR THE PRETTY MAN-HATER.
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BY MRS. C. B. MARSTON.
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CHAPTER I.
What droll scenes hobgoblins and sprites catch a peep at, in their perambulations through this ludicrous world of ours!
Now we, poor mortals, rarely stumble upon any thing funny, because, forsooth, we must ring the bell, or knock at the door, and then people throw themselves into proper positions and put on their company faces, and the farce is at an end. No human being, for instance, could have walked, unannounced, into Miss Ariana Huntingdon’s boudoir, on that morning when Mr. Atherton Burney was kneeling at her feet, but the merry sprites gathered around, and it is a wonder that he did not hear them shout: